Lyrics Cobra Skulls At The Top Of Your Lungs - Cobra Skulls

Cobra Skulls At The Top Of Your Lungs

It suddenly occurred to me
At a rally back at home
People were aimless and wandering
So I picked up a guitar to change the tone
I know the reasons why we gather cannot be the same
But I had one in particular and I sang his ugly name
If you don’t get good and angry no one will pay attention
Screaming every reason is a chaos to unite us
Someone shouted
There was an energy in the crowd
Instead of disconnected it felt like we were proud to come together
That’s the reason I pick up my guitar
We gathered at the courthouse
Across from city hall
Because Bush’s state of the union addresses
Don’t represent the state of things at all
I was disgusted by a stifled yearning to object
With a fist in the air and a yell if heard that just might take effect
The organizers stumble in nostalgic reproduction
Unaware the crowd was losing interest so I picked a guitar
My voice was resolute and stood as an example
Oh how it cracked, oh how I could have laughed
Oh how I filled the air with what I know it lacked
It confuses people when you say you’re fighting for a cause
And carry the demeanor you’ve already fought and lost
If you don’t get good and angry you’re a reason to support the opposition
So I picked up a guitar